Yazzing out at the Viceroy on opulent Yas Island

Blue eyed, dressed for every situation, Moving through the doorway of a nation… …is not exactly an accurate description of my appearance as I arrived at Abu Dhabi airport, but bear with me while I attempt to tenuously link my stay at a five-star hotel to a new wave band from 30 years ago. We sped down the city’s bizarrely empty highways until we reached Yas Island and the taxi driver pointed to a glowing fluorescent blob in the distance. “That is your hotel,” he said. All bleary-eyed off an eight-hour flight I squinted at the blob. “Blimey… hotel is…

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